This guy, who some refer to as Jake, stumbled around for years collecting data in his cranium. He occasionally stopped to wiggle his fingers and regurgitate the data fragments (in no particular order). He made friends along the way who also wiggled their fingers or had a similar collection of data. They would infrequently gather to lubricate and spew forth kernels of existence. Over time these gatherings were documented, somewhat haphazardly, on Jake’s Dirt Farm.